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spn au: anna is sent back in time to kill mary winchester. when she decides to defy heaven’s orders once again, together they try to escape both hell and heaven’s wrath.

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30 DAYS OF SUPERNATURAL WOMEN

Day 26 // Non-romantic relationship you wish had been explored ↳ Lilith and Ruby

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as if you’re not always reaching for the sun.

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take the crown, shake the throne.

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countdown to wayward sisters | day eight ↳ favorite femslash ship

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December 17: Charlie and Gilda

Suggested by @tigerboydean

Still a day behind but I’m not giving up! ♥ This watercolor paper isn’t the best and it really shows when I’m layering colours…

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tiny warm up doodle: maxanne modern au…thing?

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callout post for myself for getting invested in dumb queerbait….

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Claire doesn’t even know the name of the first girl she kisses.

She hasn’t exactly been making friends but a group of people from school are sneaking off to a club in a nearby city one night and for some reason, they invite her along. She doesn’t know why until they arrive and it turns out that it’s a gay club.

It’s probably all that plaid.

The girl in question grabs her hand on the dance floor and they kind of dance around each other for a bit. Her head is completely shaved and she’s wearing huge plugs in her ears and a crown of plastic flowers. She’s probably the prettiest girl Claire has ever seen. 

She’s never even thought about kissing girls before (dreams about female celebrities don’t count, okay?) but it feels natural to go along with it when the other girl leans in. Her lips are soft and she doesn’t try to stick her tongue in Claire’s mouth right off the bat like most boys do. 

It sends a small electric current down Claire’s spine. On instinct, she puts her hand on the other girl’s waist to pull her closer, their bodies still swaying slightly in time with the music.

It’s probably twisted to think of it that way but something about kissing this girl reminds Claire of the first time she beheaded a vamp. The adrenaline rushing through her veins, the sudden strength she feels, like she could take on the world and win. 

The other girl smiles at her when they part, after what has to be a good half hour of making out on the dance floor, and then Claire’s schoolmates are pulling her away. She swallows down the feeling of disappointment; it’s not like she could have met this girl again, anyway.

She doesn’t learn the girl’s name, but in her head she thinks of her Persephone. Call it the secret romantic in her.

Persephone is the first girl she kisses, but she’s far from the last. There’s other dance floors, and stupid mistakes at house parties, and a cheerleader who looks almost exactly like Gabrielle Union. 

And there’s Alex. Alex is probably the only girl Claire kisses who gets that it feels all the sweeter while they’re still riding the high of a hunt, hearts pounding and fingers aching from clutching their weapons so tight. The only one who gets that saving people and hunting things is the only thing better than the softness of another girl pressed against you.

Okay, so maybe it wasn’t just the plaid.

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13/28 days of femslash

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can i request Cassie/Sarah?? uuhhmm.... Cassie is a reporter forced to do a piece about antiques, and when she goes to interview someone who specializes in that she expects to meet someone old and boring, but Sarah is anything but.

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Cassie stares through the downpour at the antique store where the subject of her next assignment is waiting for her. She probably should have insisted this interview be done by phone or even by email, but her boss would not budge. The article she’s drafted about the local antique store doesn’t need commentary about the interviewee’s body language, just a few choice snippets about interesting finds and the like. Which can be gotten with a quick phone call.

Journalism isn’t all that Cassie thought it was cracked up to be. She’s stuck under the thumb of the newspaper’s editor, who consigns the big stories to his son-in-law and passes off fluff pieces to womanly hirelings like Cassie. Another reporter of her gender, Anna Milton, gave her a sympathetic look as their boss allocated articles; Anna was assigned an article about the increase in drug arrests, while the editor’s son-in-law, Biff Sundry, was given last night’s deadly arson.

Cassie doesn’t know a lot about Wolfram Antiques, just what she could find from their obsolete Facebook page.

Wolfram Antiques is a family run business, located in downtown Port Meeker. The store has everything from clothing, furniture, books, jewelry, art, and more!

Originally opened in 1967 by John Wolfram, the store has been passed down to his daughter Tamara. Wolfram Antiques is open seven days a week, from 10 AM to 5 PM every day. It is a destination for tourists, boaters, and local residents alike.

Wolfram Antiques has won 2nd place in the “Best Antique Store” category in the “Best of North Colby” contest!

Cassie has never been.

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Femslash February - Day Twenty-Seven

Charlie Bradbury/Dorothy Baum

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Bowing has never suited Rowena. Even with her less-than-noble beginnings, she’s always known she’s meant to have people bow to her, not the other way around.

Still, she’s done it more times than she can count. There’s only so many ways a woman can get ahead, and not everything can be solved with magic. Especially not when the Queen is a magic-user herself, someone too powerful for the word ‘witch’ to apply to her.

“Stand.”

Rowena straightens slowly, careful to keep her gaze steady as she meets Amara’s eyes. She’s afraid, of course she is, but that doesn’t mean she has to let it show.

“You’ve been good to me these past few years,” Amara says, and it almost sounds like a casual observation. Would, if not for the fact that Rowena’s never heard her compliment anyone before. “A loyal servant.”

Not even in such a backhanded way. Ouch.

“Thank you, your majesty,” Rowena replies, not averting her gaze even if it may be more appropriate.

Amara’s lips quirk. “Perhaps the most loyal. And with my darling husband recently deceased…”Deceased meaning killed, turned into a bloody smear on the wall for some unforgivable offense no one is truly sure of, not that anyone is brave enough to accuse the Queen of anything. “I’m going to need someone I can trust to offer me counsel. Among other things.”

Rowena’s eyes widen as the implication of Amara’s words sinks in. “Yes, my Queen,” she says, voice trembling with barely-contained excitement.

She bows again, still keeping her eyes on Amara as she does. The small smile on Amara’s face blooms into a full-blown grin. When Rowena straightens, she gestures towards the seat to her left.

Rowena swallows. That is so much more than a seat. It’s a throne, the Queen’s throne up until around two weeks ago, when the King got unceremoniously disposed of and Amara took his seat for herself.

It’s not the most powerful position in the country, but Rowena can content herself with second-best. She steps forward, knees threatening to give out, but she manages to take her seat with dignity. 

Her heart jumps into her throat when Amara reaches for her, but she doesn’t do more than put her hand over Rowena’s for a few moments before pulling away again, leaving Rowena’s skin tingling with warmth. 

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I Love…

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polaroid set (9/∞) ↳ riverdale - 2017

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Femslash Aesthetics: Diana of Themyscira x Kate Kane (DC)

I’m good for patrolling Gotham’s back alleys and knocking out a mugger’s teeth. But trying to stand side-by-side with Wonder Woman against ancient gods, I’m just way out of my league, in over my head, and it might just have killed me.

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I have no idea why, but I always love quiet scenes where one girl is doing another’s hair - not for an event, just having a relaxing, intimate moment. I like to think that whenever Korra didn’t want to be out in public while she was recovering (which was often), sometimes Asami would visit and just braid her hair while making idle conversation before turning in for the night. Moments like this would let Korra relax for a second and not worry about everything. 

5x7" prints coming soon! (Will be ordering by the end of the weekend, for sure!)