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[notsosecretlyalesbian]

"I'll know I nailed this conference if it takes me a week to get the chlorine smell out of my hair"

Lisa Ann Walter as Melissa Schemmenti and Sheryl Lee Ralph as Barbara Howard in Abbott Elementary | 02×16: Teacher Conference

[ifnotlovepersevering]

hi bestie, it's been boring without you around here 😎

hi amanda 😘 don’t fuel my ego 😏

[rickistheman]

When you’re about to hear the news you’re not Queen which means that in 30ish years there is going to be the ‘dance of the dragons’ and no its not a ballet

[ladyorlandodream]

I don't know what it is...but this scene and this gif warmed my heart

It has something sweet

That little smile

(Gif by @notsosecretlyalesbian )

[lya-dustin]

Everybody Loves Rhaenys

Crackfic, crack pairing based on Eve Best's words in this post

Aemond x Rhaenys

Cw: age-gap, targcest, cousin incest, Aemond's canon milf loving-ness

Gif by @notsosecretlyalesbian

She has known Aemond had a strange affinity for older women ever since he was a toddler.

Alicent had assumed he had outgrown it now that he was a young man sowing his oats, but now as they host Princess Rhaenys and the Seasnake it is clear she thought wrong.

She had assumed the lack of bastards was due to caution, little did the queen know it was because his women had likely already gone through the change!

He wasn’t supposed to be here, he was to be doing whatever young men do while the ladies talk. But he was here, chatting with the woman about their dragons and the state of the realm as if they weren’t enemies.

Aemond instead of leaving offers to pour the wine the maid has brought as he stares deeply into the elder woman’s blue eyes in an uncharacteristic show of chivalry. Stares at her like Criston does when Alicent kneels at the foot of the Mother in the Royal Sept.

The Red Queen is flattered by the obvious attention the boy, whom she insists on calling her nephew, bestows on her. She wouldn’t reciprocate, her love for her husband is one of legend and Alicent doubts she would be the type to take pleasure with a boy like her son.

Or would she? She gave birth and raised a degenerate like Laenor and a harlot like Laena, the fault there could come from the mother if not the father.

“Thank you, Aemond, you may leave.” Alicent tries to get her boy to stop lusting over his father’s favorite and only cousin and let the women focus on what they were here for.

“I believe I shall stay, mother, if it is alright with Aunt Rhaenys.” The boy looks too smug for his own good as his dear auntie agrees to let him stay.

“You remind me of your grandsire when he was younger, you must have many a maid going mad for you, nephew.” Rhaenys chuckles and goes as far as inviting Aemond to sit with her on the settee. The blasted boy sits so close he may as well be on her lap.

If Alicent didn’t know any better, she’d think the woman means to take her nine- and ten-year-old son to bed.

Perhaps she should speak to Criston about this. He was a man; he could talk sense into Aemond or stage an intervention before the Seasnake demands his head for fucking his wife.

“Many a young man has had those feelings about her highness, your grace.” Criston avoids her gaze as they walk to their rendezvous.

They had promised to stop, but in this circle of hell one cannot survive without sinning. It was no wonder Rhaenyra became who she was, Criston was far too good at this for a celibate life.

“Did you?” she asks in jest.

He doesn’t answer, in fact, he avoids looking her in the eyes, so she won’t know the answer written shamefully on his face.

“She is a very comely woman even now in her middle years.” Criston looks almost ashamed of having his current paramour guess he still desires to know Princess Rhaenys carnally.

Alicent is resolved to forget all that when they finally reach Rhaenyra’s old rooms, she simply could not deal with this now.

The Gods hate her, for on the bed they find the Queen Who Never Was wearing Viserys’ Crown while riding Aemond ---who is gagged by his own eyepatch--- with a dominance that leaves Alicent stunned beyond words for she too has been struck down with desire for the Rhaenys Targaryen!

[baubeautyandthegeek]

Marked - Lilith/Zelda Spellman

A/N: Written for my boo @notsosecretlyalesbian​ , used your gifs bb because they are so good.

“Let’s get you cleaned up.”

Lilith speaks softly, leading Zelda behind her to the shower. Zelda is trembling, still coated with Sabrina’s blood and Lilith’s arms are the one place Zelda feels whole. So they shower, Zelda submits to Lilith’s care and Lilith takes pleasure in Zelda’s trust. “Sweet little Directrix…” Lilith’s voice is deep, roughly tender and Zelda shudders as their lips meet, finally home. She hasn’t felt home since Sabrina died, since Hilda found love for herself. Now, here, in Hell, in her devilish lover’s arms, she feels whole, she feels alive and she feels loved and protected.

[gatalentan]

i had a passing thought, as a person who wears a comical amount of layered necklaces, that melissa probably jingles a bit when she walks around, because i sure fucking do, but in going back to look at gifs from the @notsosecretlyalesbian melissa museum, i think half the time most of them are glued down, like with wedding jewelry?? they don't move, or all but one don't move?? that makes so much sense as to how she keeps them in such specific configurations. it's not all the time, but a lot of the time. and that's somehow funnier?? she really said i'm wearing these to look hot and i will NOT sound whimsical when i do so, fuck you

[lovers-paradise]

Doing It For Her – Nancy Birch/F!Reader

A/N: More smut for the babe. @notsosecretlyalesbian​ Happy Valentines.

“I can take it.” You speak softly even as you let Nancy press you back into the wall, accepting her strap deep inside you even as you stroke a hand into her hair, caressing her cheek lightly when she emits a soft whimper, your free hand resting at the base of her back, just under her shirt, a promise of love and protection. She sets her pace, your eyes flickering shut under her stubborn pressure even as you whimper her name, cursing softly when the pace picks up, thumbing away her tears quietly, shaking undone against her. “Haven’t done that in a while…” Her voice is rough, almost embarrassed and you smile, stroking her cheek one more time. “You were perfect, you are perfect Nance. My Birchrod.”

[spoilmesweetieforficssake]

Seriously guys - are you trying to make a girl blush?!? If so, mission successful.

Your replies and the comments in the tags have been AMAZING and I have loved reading every single one of them. Honestly, feedback and comments like that never fail to make me smile.

A few special mentions I have to make though...

@a-queen-and-her-throne - Yes I did. I HAD to! Also, if it's any consolation we're in the same boat - the good ship single, that is... Seriously though, your reblogs and tags are just...a delight, a joy, an absolute writer's dream!

@bigolgay I aim to please, so glad you enjoyed! You remembered right, Dom!Reader isn't the easiest thing I've written, but I'll give anything a go once (and maybe again just to be sure ;)

@notsosecretlyalesbian your tags are always just excellent and never fail to bring on the little happy dance.

[notsosecretlyalesbian]

A.J. Cook as Jennifer “JJ” Jareau in Criminal Minds | 09×04: To Bear Witness

[ifnotlovepersevering]

okay soooo, what if Agatha is helping reader with their magic? And r is just very nervous (cause it's The Agatha Harkness) and can't get their magic to behave? So Agatha is very very VERY soft and calm and just drowns them in terms of endearment? Just lots of fluff :)

You ask, I deliver!!

[ladyorlandodream]

(Gif from @notsosecretlyalesbian )

Melissa "fight or fight" Schemmenti

[lya-dustin]

Someone will remember us

Chapter 10

Cw: mentsuation, childbirth, underage marriages and implications of statutory rape

Gif by @notsosecretlyalesbian

All can concur that while the children of Princess Rhaenyra and Ser Laenor mended their fences, Princess Rhaenyra never did quite manage to truly reconcile with her only daughter.

The loss of a parent can cause such changes in temperament even the most even tempered of persons and Princess Aemma was no different.

The sweet and dutiful girl who worshipped Princess Rhaenyra, had become rebellious and willful and while her mother remained her mother, she no longer felt like her daughter.

Aemma chose to remain in Driftmark with her grandparents and Laena’s daughters, and while her brothers would not hesitate to fly to High Tide and spend time with them, Aemma only went to Dragonstone when it was strictly necessary.

Something that wounded Princess Rhaenyra deeply, as she had hoped nothing would change between them.

It was to the surprise of no one that Aemma Velaryon estranged herself from her mother. Mushroom talks of how the young princess voiced her disgust at knowing her mother had rushed Daemon to the altar due to the incoming birth of her fourth half-brother, “My Gods, it is true then, that you did not even wait until his wife was at the bottom of the ocean to fuck him.”

Mushroom says this took place when Aemma had come for her half-brother’s anointing a week after his birth and left once it was socially acceptable to do so.

“I did this for her!” Mushroom claims Princess Rhaenyra had shouted when the girl of one and ten took her leave and returned to her new chambers. Chambers that Mushroom points out were as far as it was possible from her mother’s.

Septon Eustace mentions that the king himself feared the young princess would take her dragon and disappear like Princess Aerea once did.

“I worry for her soul; she may become something worse than her mother. Gods forbid Princess Aemma becomes like Princess Saera.” The queen had said during her bi-weekly confessions.

---on Princess Aemma

---

Aemma is three and ten when her moonblood comes.

She had known it was coming, had gotten her first pimples weeks ago, gotten mood swings and even Ghar had noticed the coming changes with disapproval.

It comes a week before the new year.

“Am I dying, Teora?” Aemma asked her Septa.

She had woken up with an intense pain in her lower stomach and woken up to blood.

The princess had cried until Teora reminded her of what she had told her about womanhood.

Aemma had heard of the moon cycle, heard how mother envied grandmother for having come to the end of hers last year.

It came monthly, for an entire week and was the reason mother is weepy and prickly every month.

“No, sweetling, just means you are a maiden now.” Teora put her slender hands to her mouth as if this were a great achievement.

“Why now?” she asked.

“Because it comes of its own accord. You are incredibly lucky your grandmother and I have prepared for this day in advance.” Teora said as she searched for the drawer where her rags were to be kept.

She was to wear something like a short cotton diaper underneath her shift with a cotton rag stuffed with blood moss she is to change every few hours.

Aemma had been taught this by Teora and grandmother when her first pimples appeared just after mother announced her pregnancy a year ago.

And yet it caught her by surprise.

It was because it was an absolutely horrid thing that meant she’d be married off soon and have a man’s baby.

Helaena had gotten her moonblood two years before and was to wed Aegon on her four and tenth name day next month. Uncle Vaemond had been chief among the courtiers who were against the idea of her wedding so young during peacetime, but the Queen and the Hand had overruled them all saying the late Lady Helena Hightower had been fourteen when she married the Lord Hand.

Aemma had overheard that the offers of marriage had started to come faster and from near and far. King Viserys suggested Aemond ---whom she didn’t mind---, Lord Lyonel Strong had suggested the Prince of Dorne’s only son and Otto Hightower was of the same vein, and mother suggested Jace.

She doesn’t want to marry any of them, she wants to marry a man she chooses for herself like grandmother and Aunt Laena.

Aunt Laena who had lived as she pleased with no rules.

Aunt Laena who had scarcely died before her husband impregnated Aemma’s mother.

All men were like that, even Lord Corlys had two bastards in Hull he thinks grandmother doesn’t know about.

“I hate it.” The princess proclaimed as Teora told her that it even comes on holy days.

“We all do, but bleeding is a woman’s birthright, even us dragon women.” Grandmother said as she took the comb from Teora’s hands and combed the fancy coconut oils grandfather gets from the summer isles onto her curly hair.

She used to do this to her father and Aunt Laena, she has told her. Said grandfather had taught her when they married and was the only other person aside from his manservant allowed to touch his hair.

Hair was especially important to Old Valyria, held significant importance. It told you who was high and who was low, told you how strong or weak a warrior was, how wise a sage was and that only those truly special to a person were given the privilege of caring for another’s hair.

Only House Velaryon kept that tradition, the Maester said it is because they were the only Valyrian nobles to come to Westeros even if they had lost their dragons by then, that Targaryens and Celtigars descended from low people and that was why they were different.

“Do you wish for me to tell your mother, or will you do it, sweetling?” her grandmother asks.

There are parties and all that. A princess’ first Maiden’s Day Ball is the biggest most lavish one and only second to a royal wedding.

Aemma does love parties and being the center of attention and dancing with all the boys and being crowned Queen of Love and Beauty, but she is still at odds with her mother.

It had been two years since Aemma called her a whore to her face and things had not gotten better despite Jace and Baela trying to get them to make up.

She had a younger brother now, Viserys, and it was clear to all that Daemon wanted his sons to succeed her mother. Why else would they give the boys such names?

“I will write to her. I suppose it will be up to you and grandfather to present me in Court given she is still banished.” Aemma would prefer that. Mothers and fathers present their daughters when they flower, given Daemon has orphaned her, Aemma hopes it will be her grandparents who do the honors.

“Mayhap the king will want the Princess of Dragonstone to present her heir. It would quiet the murmurs of her replacing you with any of your brothers.” Grandmother knows her as good as Teora does.

That Aemma could lose her coveted spot as heir is the only thing keeping her from cutting her mother and stepfather completely out of her life. She loves her brothers and new stepsisters, but all she can see is father’s charred body.

“Not you too, grandmother. Rhaena already came to tell me I only have one mother and that mother never loses hope of seeing Silverwing returning for good.” She huffed.

“Once your blood is over, you will go visit your mother, and we will ask her for her blessing to present you at court.”

It is an ultimatum and yet Aemma asks. “And if do not go to see her?”

“We will forbid you from attending our court, you will not be able to ride out unless in a litter like a proper lady and all your correspondence with Princess Helaena, my cousin’s daughters and Hazel Harte will stop until we feel you have learned your lesson.”

Her grandmother smirks, Aemma cannot see it, but she knows it’s there.

“Fine, I will play the filial daughter just as you have so kindly asked me, grandmamma.” The silver princess gave in with a pout.

----

“You are a maiden now.” Mother says almost weeping. Pregnancy always did that to her, and it the effect lasted quite a while too.

Viserys is cute baby, too pale for Aemma’s tastes, but she supposed non-Velaryon babies were naturally that pale without being sickly.

Soon enough, she will have her mettle tested and see if this Aemma will survive the birthing stool and give her lord a bounty of sons like mother has.

“It is a nasty and uncomfortable thing; I cannot understand how any women could live with it.” Aemma said and came to sit by the window. She doesn’t know if she will ever be as close to her mother as she was when she was ten.

“Childbirth is far worse, it’s like trying to shit a seven-pound weight. I pity Helaena for being married off so young, she is younger than her mother and I were when we had our firsts.” Mother says to keep the conversation going.

“Will you do the same? Marry me off to some obnoxious twit before I have even become an adult.” Aemma asks. She hopes not, she has barely any control on her acne, and she still looks more like a little girl than a woman.

“I was eight and ten when I wed Laenor, and even then, Gerardys says I was too young to have a babe. I promise I will postpone all marriages for you until you are over your majority and find you a man who is not an obnoxious twit.” Her mother promises and Aemma wonders if she should make amends.

“And if grandfather were to overrule you?” Aemma asks not knowing what she will answer.

“Then we will say it was your father’s wish and have Lord Corlys and Princess Rhaenys intimidate him into complying. No one would be able to disprove that, even he at twenty felt rushed to the Septon’s noose.”

“Who are we rushing to the Septon’s noose, dear wife?” Daemon appears on the doorway with a stupid smile and Aemma tries her best not to roll her eyes.

If only this romance had not happened when their spouses had just died.

“No one, Aemma does not wish to be a child when she becomes a bride. If anyone asks, Laenor and I agreed our daughter weds who she pleases only after she has become an adult at six and ten.” Mother caught him up to speed.

Aemma does not like Daemon, once she found him the most daring prince in all of planets of whom Aunt Laena talked about as if he were a hero of old.

Now she sees him as the bloody worm who killed her father to marry her mother.

“I am sure my brother will love that; his queen is acting as if her twat of a son and the spider girl are Jaehaerys and Alysanne. My friends at court said he wanted them to wait for the bedding, but as usual he has been overruled. Four and ten is too young.” The Rogue Prince said with disgust.

Same man who killed his wife’s husband suddenly has morals? What a world they were living in.

“The only good thing coming out of that wedding is that Aegon will no longer be sat next to me at feasts in hopes ‘we take to each other’.” Aemma bites her tongue to avoid saying the words she genuinely wants to say.

She is only here for the next two days, only two days avoiding starting a shouting match with her mother over her stepfather. Aemma will be fine, and she will keep her freedom and have a great time at court knowing she will not be finding a litter instead of her filly.

“I suppose they will toss Aemond One-Eye or one of the Queen’s brothers at you now, stepdaughter.”

Bite your tongue. Your freedom rides on this fucking visit.

“They shall have to get past Elēnar first, uncle.” Aemma bites the inside of her cheek and counts the seconds until it is socially acceptable to take her leave.

[baubeautyandthegeek]

Judging Love - Elana Barth/Kim Greylek

A/N: Day 4 for @domaystic , gifs made for me by @notsosecretlyalesbian

Working as a public servant always made things stressful. Kim had grown used to it, working as an ADA was never exactly fun but she had started to really miss Elana being the judge she saw most.      Elana, the judge in question, came home to Kim stretched out on the sofa, looking completely defeated. She’d had to quit working for the SVU, had to move back across town and the two had moved in together, now Elana’s own work was starting to slip and she was wondering if she should maybe quit and take a job with Rita Calhoun instead.     “Rough day?”    “I miss you being my judge...”    Kim’s murmur is soft, her sigh quiet as she settles her head in Elana’s lap, accepting the comfort she’s offered. They both worked hard but Elana knew she would move heaven and earth to make Kim feel better.    “Well, I’m actually considering changing jobs?”    “Don’t you dare... you are an incredible judge, we need more of you, not less.”    Kim’s voice is firm and Elana smiles softly, stroking her hair softly.    “Alright, alright, I won’t.” 

[gatalentan]

u think melissa is more of a panic attack or existential crises kinda gal

Read more cause gifs made it long. It's not that deep i just like to give Examples.

personally on the whole i hc panic attack (and have it in one of my wips actually). mel and barb are ying and yang people y'know, like. melissa's Big Emotions (apart from like, depression, self-doubt) are Large, Hot, Physical (gifs from @notsosecretlyalesbian)

whereas barb's are Contained, Cool, Words (gifs mine)

You can actually see the very physical reaction to Barb's insult in that last one to see what I mean. I feel like she probably has to just Move and make noise and get it physically Out Of Her Body. We've seen when someone really upsets her she stomps away because if she doesn't she'll go ballistic, and that's her being in control.

If she isn't in control? Well. Who knows. She's at work so we don't get to see her at her worst, just a taste of it (that's where fic comes in! you can make the emotions Bigger!).

When she's depressed or having self-doubt, like in Gifted Program or after Barbara insults her about playing in the mud, she *does* go inward and is quiet and brooding and melancholy about it, but anxiety to the stage you're talking about I would see manifesting very physically, personally - but your mileage may vary! I guess it depends what's on her mind. For example, in your fic, is she overthinking the worst that could happen, is the thinking about something someone said to her that really pissed her off or upset her and winding herself up about it that they hurt her on purpose even though she trusted them? Panic attack, probably. Is she thinking negative thoughts about herself? Going inward, brooding. Is she trying to hold it in for someone else's sake, compartmentalising it? It's gotta come out eventually, somehow, either she goes ballistic or she shuts down, we've sorta seen her do both, so it's up to your interpretation as a writer.

[lovers-paradise]

The Touch Of A Lover - Isabella/F!Reader

A/N: Just smut for my babe @notsosecretlyalesbian​ , Happy Valentines babe.

“Touch me there. Right there…” Isabella whimpers, arching to your touch even as you stroke deeper into her, she’s been shy about her needs before now and yet as she shudders undone under you, you can’t help smiling at her. Her trust is special to you, her belief in your ability to make her feel good is always precious and you smile when she curls deeper into your arms, willingly let you make her come apart all over again. “Good girl, just like that.” You murmur the words tenderly, proud that she has trusted you even when she’s afraid of her emotions and needs. She’s special, your Bella.