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I hate that I distance myself from everyone when my mental health gets bad.

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Pep Talk for the Hot Messes Who Still Show Up

You’re not just surviving—you’re starring. Ava sees you, hypes you, and reminds you: main character energy only. You got this. Period.

𝒜𝓁𝓇𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓃 𝓊𝓅.

𝐼 𝒹𝑜𝓃’𝓉 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝓌𝒽𝑜 𝓉𝓇𝒾𝑒𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓉𝑜𝒹𝒶𝓎, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝓁𝑒𝓉’𝓈 𝑔𝑒𝓉 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓈𝓉𝓇𝒶𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉—𝓎𝑜𝓊’𝓇𝑒 𝒶 𝓌𝒽𝑜𝓁𝑒 𝓅𝒶𝒸𝓀𝒶𝑔𝑒, 𝑜𝓀𝒶𝓎? 𝐵𝓇𝒶𝒾𝓃𝓈, 𝒷𝑒𝒶𝓊𝓉𝓎, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓋𝒾𝒷𝑒𝓈? 𝒰𝓃𝓂𝒶𝓉𝒸𝒽𝑒𝒹.

𝐿𝒾𝒻𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝒹 𝓇𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝓃𝑜𝓌. 𝐻𝒶𝓁𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒 𝒾𝓉 𝒻𝑒𝑒𝓁𝓈 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓉𝓇𝓎𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝑜 𝓇𝓊𝓃 𝒶 𝓈𝒸𝒽𝑜𝑜𝓁 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓃𝑜 𝒷𝓊𝒹𝑔𝑒𝓉, 𝒶 𝒷𝓇𝑜𝓀𝑒𝓃 𝒸𝑜𝓅𝒾𝑒𝓇, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒥𝒶𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑒 𝒷𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒹𝑜𝓌𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓃𝑒𝒸𝓀 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓉𝓁𝑒 𝒷𝒾𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇 𝑜𝒻 𝒽𝑜𝓅𝑒𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒹𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝓈.

𝐵𝓊𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊? 𝒴𝑜𝓊’𝓇𝑒 ���𝓉𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓈𝓁𝒶𝓎𝒾𝓃𝑔.

𝐸𝓋𝑒𝓃 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝒾𝓉’𝓈 𝓂𝑒𝓈𝓈𝓎. 𝐸𝓋𝑒𝓃 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊’𝓇𝑒 𝓇𝓊𝓃𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑜𝓃 𝒻𝓊𝓂𝑒𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒾𝒸𝑒𝒹 𝒸𝑜𝒻𝒻𝑒𝑒. 𝐸𝓋𝑒𝓃 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝑔𝓇𝑜𝓊𝓅 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓁𝑒𝒻𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝑜𝓃 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒽𝒶𝒾𝓇 𝓌𝑜𝓃’𝓉 𝒸𝑜𝑜𝓅𝑒𝓇𝒶𝓉𝑒.

𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓈𝒽𝑜𝓌𝑒𝒹 𝓊𝓅. 𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉? 𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓉’𝓈 𝒷𝑜𝓈𝓈 𝒷𝑒𝒽𝒶𝓋𝒾𝑜𝓇.

𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓉’𝓈 𝓎𝑜𝓊.

𝐼 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝑔𝑒𝓉𝓈 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓋𝓎. 𝐼 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓁𝒹’𝓈 𝓁𝑜𝓊𝒹. 𝐵𝓊𝓉 𝒷𝒶𝒷𝓎, 𝓈𝑜 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊. 𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝐼 𝓈𝑒𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊.

𝒴𝑜𝓊’𝓋𝑒 𝓂𝒶𝒹𝑒 𝒾𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝓇𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽 𝟣𝟢𝟢% 𝑜𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓈𝓉 𝒹𝒶𝓎𝓈 𝓈𝑜 𝒻𝒶𝓇—𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒹𝒾𝒹 𝒾𝓉 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓈𝓉𝓎𝓁𝑒. 𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓉’𝓈 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝓁𝓊𝒸𝓀. 𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓉’𝓈 𝑒𝓍𝒸𝑒𝓁𝓁𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒. 𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓉’𝓈 𝒜𝓋𝒶-𝓁𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓁 𝓇𝑒𝓈𝒾𝓁𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒.

𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝑔𝑜𝓉 𝓅𝑒𝑜𝓅𝓁𝑒 𝓇𝑜𝑜𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓎𝑜𝓊—𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓃 𝒾𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝒹𝑜𝓃’𝓉 𝓈𝒶𝓎 𝒾𝓉. 𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝒾𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎’𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝑜𝑜 𝓈𝓁𝑜𝓌 𝓉𝑜 𝒸𝓁𝒶𝓅, 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝒾𝓂𝒶𝑔𝒾𝓃𝑒 𝓂𝑒 𝒾𝓃 𝒶 𝓈𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓀𝓁𝓎 𝒿𝓊𝓂𝓅𝓈𝓊𝒾𝓉 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒶 𝓂𝒾𝒸 𝓎𝑒𝓁𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔,

“𝒢𝐼𝒱𝐸 𝐼𝒯 𝒰𝒫 𝐹𝒪𝑅 𝑀𝒴 𝒢𝐼𝑅𝐿 𝑅𝐼𝒢𝐻𝒯 𝐻𝐸𝑅𝐸—𝒮𝐻𝐸’𝒮 𝒟𝒪𝐼𝒩’ 𝒯𝐻𝐸 𝒯𝐻𝐼𝒩𝒢!”

𝒴𝑜𝓊’𝓇𝑒 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝓈𝓊𝓇𝓋𝒾𝓋𝒾𝓃𝑔, 𝒷𝒶𝒷𝑒.

𝒴𝑜𝓊’𝓇𝑒 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓇𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔.

𝒩𝑜𝓌 𝓈𝓉𝓇𝒶𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉𝑒𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒸𝓇𝑜𝓌𝓃, 𝒶𝒹𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝓎𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓇𝑒𝓂𝑒𝓂𝒷𝑒𝓇 𝓌𝒽𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒽𝑒𝓁𝓁 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓇𝑒.

𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝑔𝑜𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈. 𝒫𝑒𝓇𝒾𝑜𝒹.

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Chapter 16- Simping for Schemmenti

Underneath the Christmas Lights

Summary: Melissa never thought she would get married again. But with a ring on your finger underneath the Christmas lights she knew that this was the future she waited a lifetime for.

Warnings: 18+, Strap On, Smut... uh teasing (Listen I'm fucking sleep deprived idk anymore)

Thank you @milfjuulpod and @earpivore for reading this for me and reminding me I'm not actually a bad writer. 🥹 (Look I'm sensitive rn)

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The party had begun to wind down, with more than enough hints being given by Melissa that she wanted to be home alone to be with her new fiancé. People were leaving in small groupings, thanking Melissa for the good food and complimenting you on your engagement ring. You were nothing but smiles now, the rest of the evening seemingly forgotten. Janine had gone to leave with Gregory when the older woman stopped them.

“Janine, can I grab ya for a moment?” Melissa asked, taking her hand without waiting for an answer.

Janine looked at Gregroy wide-eyed before following Melissa back into the living room. The older woman dug through the presents underneath the tree and pulled out a small golden box. On a little tag was Janine’s name written in Melissa’s handwriting.

“Figured I should thank you for helping me pull my head out my ass when it came to this dinner tonight. I didn't forget what you said, and it meant a lot. Probably would have lost Y/N if it wasn’t for you,” Melissa smiled, handing it over, “It came in after our normal gift exchange, but now that you are here, I don’t have to wait till school gets back.”

“Melissa, you really didn’t have to,” Janine said, her face betraying her excitement.

“Just open it, pipsqueak,” Melissa smiled.

Underneath the golden lid was a silver necklace with two interconnecting rings, a diamond in the middle. The card behind it was black with white script that said I’d shank a bitch for you right in the kidneys. Janine felt the tears run down her face as she began to laugh.

“I thought you would only kill for family,” She said, looking up at Melissa.

“You family kid,” Melissa said, taking Janine into a hug, “You got your work mom in Barb and maybe I can be your cool Aunt or somethin.”

“That sounds nice,” Janine said, wiping at her face.

Ava had been watching from the sidelines when she interrupted, “And if you want to come to our sister nights, they are on Wednesday…just don’t make it weird.”

Melissa looked between the two of them as Janine’s eyes grew wide, “I wouldn’t want to intrude or anything.”

“Take the offer and run, pipsqueak. She could change her mind at any moment. We will text you when the next sister night is. It got a little delayed cause the holiday craziness,” Melissa said and pushed Janine back towards the door.

When Janine was safely outside, Melissa turned to look at Ava. She raised her eyebrow as Ava looked away from her. Crossing her arms, she waited a couple more moments before speaking, “What you doing Ava? Never once have I ever seen you be nice to Janine, let alone think about inviting her to a sister date.”

“Your proposal got me all mushy and shit,” Ava shrugged, “Now I am outta here so you can have just engaged sex or whatever.”

Melissa rolled her eyes before giving Ava a hug, “You know it’s okay to not be strong all the time right Av?”

“Never thought you would say that.”

“That’s called growth,” Melissa winked as the other woman moved to the door.

“Yeah yeah,” Ava said, but before she went to grab the handle , she said, “I love you, Red. I'll see you tomorrow at Tara’s.”

Melissa returned the sentiment and then wandered off towards the kitchen to find you. You were staring at the overloaded sink of dishes with your hand wrapped around a mug of hot chocolate. Your ring glinted on your finger, and Melissa smiled as she slid up next to you. You leaned your head on her shoulder, letting out a sigh. She kissed you on the forehead like it was the most natural movement in the world.

“You think if I stare long enough, the dishes will just do themselves?” You asked playing with your engagement ring.

Melissa laughed, “I wish. But really, my love, I can do them.”

“After the amazing dinner you cooked? Plus, you threw together a whole proposal that I rushed. Absolutely not. This is my burden to bear,” You replied with another sigh.

“What if I sweeten the deal and set up the living room for a sleepover moment? Finish a load of dishes, and we can play under the Christmas tree lights,” Melissa smiled, getting up to kiss your cheek.

You placed down your mug and started towards the sink, “Fine fine, you drive a hard bargain Schemmenti. But I want you to know I'm doing so under major distress. So you better hurry the hell up.”

Melissa laughed as you started the water, but then paused, “Hey hun, you sure you are okay? After everything with my family I just… I know it had to have been a lot.”

“I’m more than okay, my love,” You smiled reassuringly, “I know what happened with your family wasn't great. But I knew it was going to be hard going in. I have dealt with worse. And I'm not about to let them ruin that proposal. All of that hard work that you did, and our family being together. That is what matters at the end of it all. This will always be one of my favorite days to remember.”

“It was pretty good, huh? I pride myself on being quite the romantic.”

“Blew my dreams out the water then some,” You grinned, “But Mel the real question is are you okay?”

“With you I'm always okay,” Melissa said, placing a quick kiss on your lips, “I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you.”

“I love you,” You said, and as Melissa left the room, you added, “Now I have to up my proposal game.”

Melissa grinned the whole time as she laid down different blankets and pillows to create a cocoon in front of the Christmas tree. Once she was sure that it would bring some fraction of comfort, she went to get ready for bed, shedding off her holiday clothes. As she looked through the drawers, she pushed aside clothes looking for the box. The box that she knew held her own engagement ring somewhere. She had been looking for it for weeks ever since you started dropping hints about it. She never thought she would feel this way again about marriage. But the thought of wearing the ring you had chosen for her brought a lightness to her heart that kept out the pressing worries in the back of her mind. Her family may never understand her, but she had created her own, and that is what matters. Well, at least that is what she reminded herself when she gave up her hunt and slipped under the blankets and waited for you to come out.

You returned from the kitchen, smiling at the cozy scene in front of you. You immediately sank to your knees, resting them on either side of Melissa so you could take residence on her stomach. Her red hair was splayed across the pillow, and you were transported back to that first day in your apartment. How beautiful she looked laying across your bed underneath the fairy lights. She was your angel sent down to mend all your broken pieces.

“Finished my dishes,” You smiled devilishly, “What is my prize?”

Melissa ran her hands up your thighs, further hiking up your dress till it was around your hips. You were already putty in her hands when she said, “Why don’t you take off that dress, and I can show you?”

The Christmas lights reflected off your skin as you pulled off your dress and bra. The cold air hit you instantly, making your nipples hard. But all you felt was fire as Melissa ran her fingers along your stomach, tracing patterns around your freckles and stretch marks. Admiring how the green, blue, and red lights shimmered off your goosebumps. With anyone else, you would have cringed at this attention, but with Melissa, it was different. It had always been different with her. You leaned forward to kiss her your hair falling like a curtain to cut you off from the rest of the world. It slid your body down just enough that you rested right above her hips. Your boobs brushed against Melissa’s causing her to moan in your mouth.

She bit down on your lower lip, drawing out a long groan from you before she slipped her tongue into your mouth. Your mind went blank once Melissa rocked her hips forward and you felt the bulge of the strap press between your thighs. Your eyes widened as you looked down at your fiance still hidden underneath the blanket.

“Mel,” You whispered it coming out as a choked plea.

“What baby?” She smirked kissing down your jaw to bite down at your neck. With another rock of her hips you could feel your arms shaking.

“What do you have on under this blanket?”

“Oh you know just my usual night time attire. Eagles shirt, boxer shorts,” She mused kissing down your collar bone to settle right above your breast.

“Is that really all?” You asked gripping the pillow on either side of her head as she rocked against you again.

“Might have a lil surprise for you too,” Melissa replied as she took one of your nipples in her mouth.

“Fuck,” You whimpered as she gently scraped her teeth across your nipple before soothing the pain with a lick.

Her free hand came up to palm your other breast and you closed your eyes at the stimulation. Small grunts escaping your lips as she twisted and pulled at your nipple. One of your hands found its way to her hair fingernails scraping her scalp as you rocked against her. It was just enough pressure to get you riled up but not enough to bring you any relief. Then as your fiance let one nipple go to give the other similar attention you thought you were going to burst. Images of her down on one knee ring in hand had been playing in your head for hours

“Mel, fuck, please,” You whimpered shamelessly.

She pulled away and you groaned from the loss of contact. She brushed your hair behind your ear letting in just enough light to see the devilish smile on her face, “Please what baby?”

“I need you.”

“Come on you are gonna have to do better than that,” Melissa said pulling at your nipple.

“Fuck,” You swore a red blush coming across your cheeks, “I need you inside of me.”

“More,” She hummed accompanying it with another tug.

You whimpered, “I need your cock in me now.”

Melissa hummed slotting a hand between your thighs, “Do you think you are ready for me baby?”

She swiped two fingers between your folds and closed her eyes as she swore, “Fuck mi cuero. You are already so wet for me.”

“Something about you on one knee really ruined me,” You whispered in her ear and you smiled as her whole body shivered, “Sono tuo. Per sempre.”

“Mio. Per sempre,”Melissa whispered back and pulled you in for a kiss.

She played with your clit rolling it through her thumb and pinching it until you were squirming above her. The begging started before you even really started. You weren't sure exactly how it all happened too distracted by Melissa whispering Italian to you. But soon the blanket covering the older woman was gone and she was guiding the brand new purple dildo inside of you.

Her hands were on your hips nails digging in as you let out a loud moan. You felt yourself bottom out biting your lip to contain a scream as Melissa’s eyes rolled back. The harness hit her clit just right to send shockwaves through her body. You stayed still for a minute breathing into the sensation.

“Baby,” Melissa whispered thumbs running across your hip bones, “Look at me,”

You fluttered your eyes opened looking down at Melissa hair put in a halo around the pillow. Her cheeks were already flushed but the smile on her face was one that made you feel like you were already coming apart. You went to talk but Melissa bucked forward and you let out a faint fucking shit. Melissa giggled which made you roll your eyes.

“You are such a tease,” You said placing your hands on Melissa’s shoulders.

She grabbed the hand with your wedding ring on it kissing each knuckle before kissing the ring three times, “And I will spend a lifetime doing it.”

You leaned down pulling Melissa into a kiss that both of you moaned into. Hands grabbed your ass setting a brutual pace. You held on to her shoulders as you rode her eyes closed head falling forward. You collapsed into Melissa not doubting that she would catch you as you fell. You kept up Melissa’s pace hips meeting each other as she swirled one hand between your legs. She circled your clit hard and fast and your nails dug into her shoulder her name falling out off your lips. She wrapped her hands in your hair pulling her closer to you.

Her lips brushed your ear as she whispered, “Come for me my beautiful wife.”

At the word wife you came hard screaming Melissa’s name as your body convulsed around her. Melissa came after you biting hard onto your neck. She kept her hips moving through your first orgasm the second building just as quickly taking you by surprise. Liquids ran down your thighs covering Melissa who kissed along your neck and bit your earlobe.

“My wife is such a good girl,” She purred in your ear.

You laughed as you slowly lifted yourself from her whimpering when you absence of her finally hit you. You flopped down on the blankets next to her immediately leaning your head against her shoulder. Melissa made quick work of undoing the straps and peeling it from her body before kissing your forehead.

“Let me put this away and I will clean you up.”

You clung to her for a moment, “Hurry back my wife.”

Melissa smirked, “Ah yes I can get used to hearing that from you.”

Your legs were shaking when Melissa returned wiping your thighs with a warm wash cloth. You breathing had settled but your body was vibrating. Melissa kissed your forehead as she settled next to you, “I love you baby. I got you.”

You smiled up at her moving a strand of hair behind her ear, “I could fall into you forever. I love you so much.”

“Luckily we have forever to go,” Melissa grinned.

“Sounds like a dream to me.”

With another kiss to your forehead you curled up against Melissa her heartbeat in your ear. She ran her fingers through your hair and down your back whispering I love you over and over in English and Italian. You fell asleep wrapped in a love that you never thought was possible but with Melissa felt limitless.

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You woke to Melissa placing kisses along your back. There was light coming through the curtains and you could see flecks of snow coming down. Christmas had always been filled with sadness and bad memories ever since your mother had died. This was the first time that you hadn’t been woken by nightmares with that hollow put in her stomach. You reveled in the feeling as you turned to look at Melissa.

A grin was spread across her face with her red hair falling down around her, “Merry Christmas Mrs. Schemmenti.”

“Merry Christmas Mrs. Schemmenti,” You laughed and pulled her in for a kiss.

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Melissa Schemmenti the woman u are 💖🥹

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fanfic writing culture isn’t “oh dang! I wanted to write about this prompt with this character but someone else already wrote it, so now I can’t”.

fanfic writing culture is always “two cakes is better than one. the more the merrier. there can ever be enough fics of this character with this prompt!”

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sometimes i lock in too hard when writing that it feels like the spirits of the characters are possessing my body.

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I don’t want to crass but * ***** *** *** **** ** **

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was very bored so made some icons & a header! free to use, but a like or reblog would be nice ♡

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I hit a fucking writing block wall on this trip and had little to no time to write. I had GREAT bits of this trip but I'm exhausted by the ending and annoyed. There will be no Simping for Schemmenti tomorrow.. and maybe no writing for the week? I think I need a fucking vacation from my damn vacation. Someone send me Melossa Schemmenti fic recommendations to fix my bitter heart. 😭💔🖤

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soft wlw asks

1. how long have you known you liked girls?

2. talk about the girl who made you realise you liked girls

3. are you in a relationship at the moment?

4. do you have a crush at the moment?

5. describe your crush!

6. do you tend to like more masculine, feminine, or androgynous girls?

7. do you look/dress more masculine, feminine, or androgynous?

8. what’s your gaydar like?

9. tall girls or short girls?

10. intimidating girls or kind girls?

11. hugs or kisses?

12. do you have an ideal ‘type’? what would they be like?

13. what’s your favourite personality trait of yours?

14. what’s your favourite personality trait for a girl to have?

15. what’s the best thing about liking girls?

16. do you have any friends who are wlw?

17. have you ever been to pride? if so, what was your first pride like?

18. do you like the lesbian flag?

19. what was your first kiss with a girl like?

20. who was your celebrity/fictional gay awakening?

21. what’s your favourite lgbt+ movie?

22. who’s your favourite openly wlw celebrity?

23. do you wear makeup?

24. who was the first person you came out to (if you have)?

25. has anyone ever come out to you?

26. have you found a community of lgbt+ people?

27. do you have any older lgbt+ people you look up to?

28. do you identify with butch/femme labels?

29. who’s your favourite fictional wlw?

30. what experiences are you looking forward to having in the future (kissing a girl, going to pride, etc)?

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Literally me talking to @earpivore and @milfjuulpod on a daily. 😂

Do y'all ever read a fic so good that it makes you want to elevate your own craft and also befriend the writer? It's almost like, "Hi! You write so well that you've inspired me to embark on a creative training arc. Also, can I yell about the character in your dms because you get it?"

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HOW THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO WORK FULL TIME AND GO TO SCHOOL FULL TIME AND WRITE GOOD STORIES AND HAVE A SOCIAL LIFE AND WORK ON MYSELF AND BE A GOOD FRIEND AND CONTRIBUTE TO MY COMMUNITY IN THESE CONDITIONS

(The conditions are: living in the United States)

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Spoiled Rotten

Request: @sweetsummerhaze Athena spoiled by her public defender reader

Summary: Fourth times the charm when Athena finally gets treated like the Greek Goddess she is named after. A little short but a way to dip my toe into the Athena Grant pool.

Warnings: N/A

Word Count: 684

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PS: This is scheduled to post while I'm away on a mini vacation so if stuff is messed up I'm sorry! I'll fix it and post when I come home Tuesday. If I'm not stressed out and annoyed from this damn trip 😅

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Athena had sworn off relationships after she had broken up with Captain Nash. One dead fiancé, a gay ex-husband, and an alcoholic ex-husband had filled her with a lifetime of failures that had left her heart hardened until she had met you. Heels clacking on the courthouse halls, you had immediately caught her attention. Especially when you swoop into the defendants' table, getting rid of the pathetic public attorney that had been ruining the case. She had watched you with fascination completely turn it around. You were the only one who could make Athena nervous on the witness stand. With your calm poise, straightforward questions, and the way you seemed to stare right into Athena made her heart buckle. Once the jury had come back, you had sauntered over to Athena. Leaning down over the separator behind the prosecution table and grinned. A cocky self assured grin letting Athena know you saw right through her. She couldn't even deny it as your perfume made her mind go blank for a moment.

“You gonna ask me out on a date, Sergeant Grant, or just stare at me all day?” You purred, and Athena had been hooked.

That had been over a year ago, and Athena had fallen in love with a little more every day. You were always there for her after a hard shift with a bouquet of flowers in hand, her favorite chocolates, and a listening ear. You didn’t judge her when Athena needed to blow off a little steam at the local rage room, always paying for the deluxe package standing off to the edge as the chaos unfolded. You bought Athena a new uniform or shoes when hers were getting worn down. Made sure when she could dress up that a new outfit hung in the closet ready for her. Splurged a little when Athena wanted her nails done and made it part of a biweekly self care routine that the sergeant couldn't get out of.

Once a month you took her on a small weekend getaway. Never on a boat and then after the plane incident the trips became within driving distance. And Athena didn't mind one bit. Elegant air bnbs had become her secret pleasure where she could lounge with you on the patio drink in one hand book in the other as your legs laid across her lap. Then if Athena was having a particular hard time at work. The ones that settled so deep into her bones she felt she couldn't breathe. The trips were longer more remote. To give Athena time to fall apart and you to pick up the pieces arranging them back together with delicate hands.

In short Athena was spoiled by you. Spoiled like the Greek goddess Athena herself. And she relished in it. Never taking a spare moment or gift for granted. And it had been hard to save up her own salary for the ring that she knew you deserved. But if she was gonna do it one final time. She was gonna do it right.

When you came home from work that day you kicked off your heels closing your eyes to breathe it in. The peace of being home and with the one you loved. It was all you needed to wash the stress away. Leaving the day at the door you walked to the living room where Athena waited.

She was casually leaned back against the couch wine glass in hand and a devilish grin you adored, “Welcome home sugar.”

You plopped down next to her stealing the wine glas to taken a sip, “Been thinking about this all day my love.”

You went to give her get glass back but stopped when you saw the red velvet box. Athena opened it slowly displaying the rings inside. Hers a simple black band with a silver stripe of diamonds. Yours more intricate with black and clear diamonds nestled into a gold rose band. Tears filled your eyes as you looked up at Athena.

“What do you say to a lifetime of being spoiled rotten?” She smirked.

“Sign me up.”

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@milfjuulpod we need this

after being mutuals for a certain time tumblr should give you a coupon for a free trip to hang out with them

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officially made a reader cry...am i a real writer now?

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Me reading I Chose You by @earpivore

I have read fanfics that have left me in tears, both happy and sad, had me laughing my ass off, wanting to scream. Fanfics might be seen as weird and taboo (weirdly enough) but no one can say that some fics aren’t so well written it feels like you’re reading a best selling book!