#*lesbian flailing*

[ashthedestroyer]

Normalise throwing the phone across the room and running as far away from it as possible while screaming after texting a girl you like

[miusato]

Persona 3 Portable except Shinjiro has big boobs and is a girlfailure instead send post

[crybabyboyscout]

These pants are for sale :-) size 5 (dm to purchase, feel free to ask about measurements).

$40 including shipping 💕

[zakuryoishi]

more rarepairs. um. i dont really like how nagumido turned out 🫤 but i dont have time to redo it i barely made it... the toxic alien yuri is fine tho, i didn't like it at first but i changed my mind. i love powai and hilary

[devilwithabirddress]

started watching 911 last week and just hit "Hen Begins" (s2) and y'all I cried like the entire episode I feel like I've just watched a feature length film?? Just EVERYTHING, omg leaving the terrible job, Athena's amazing support group, Chim's support, the reveal at the end that a lot of the crew had been supporting her and reporting the chief's behavior, aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

not to MENTION the extremely awesome use of Cherry Bomb for Hen's very hot workout montage?? yes hello this is one of the handful of times that I've EVER seen actual lesbian rep played out this impactfully I'm gonna just have to sit with this one wow

[verynonyideas]

I legit started flailing and making excited gay noises when she came onto the screen and started talking. Her accent fucking kills me and I loved every second.

[codex-doctrinae]

Hey Ssrin. What did you mean when you called Khaje your "bitter bipedal bride?" Like I'm not denying there's definitely Something there between you two but it was definitely not equivalent to the human conception of marriage. Accounting for magic Freudian slips anomalies in aereteic translation, do Khai have an institution analogous to marriage that your relationship to Khaje reminds you of, or do you think Khaje considers herself your bride?

And what were you doing with Khaje in the couple odd months between moving out of her daughter's place and immanentizing the corpse of a stillborn angel onto the site of their greatest trauma? Like obviously there was the reflexive attempted murder when she first witnessed Your Dread Glory and erotically patching her up afterwards, but was it really just weeks of elaborating on how redeemable of a slut Anna is?

Really, can you just describe, in your own words, what your relationship with your soul mate's mother is? Spare no breath, I want all the gory details. Please and thank you

[hellheld]

hi. ship with me

[jettyfisher]

Switched from oath of Conquest to oath of Redemption. What a twist.

[shoot-of-corruption]

🌊

"Oops. My bad." 😇

He had been having fun at this little gathering, with the prospect that nobody really knew him... and if so, he had taken some precautions - tying most of his hair back was one thing, an unusually casual linnen based outfit in light colors had be the other.

He didn't know what it was with that one, if they had found him out or just knew him, but he wasn't going to let that one off the hook now.

Their being felt... very familiar for sure. He hadn't gotten a good look at them, yet.

For now, his face was split in two rows of teeth, an almost sharklike grin. Fuck his hair and outfit, this one was going down with him.

Shooting up again, while they were probably still celebrating their little victory, his hand would grip their thigh (easier to balance from out of the lower position - he wanted them to get wet with water, not their own blood from a nasty head injury, if they fell back) and yank them forward if they were too slow to step back.

"You need to cool DOWN~!"

[nimblermortal]

Surely I know someone who's read Doctrine of Labyrinths

[ladymorguex]

literally just paced back and forth in my room screaming ab how much i love women for like 45 mins

[bennyboybenniest]

Guess whose cracked open Magnus archives

Not sure if this is the best thing for my art block or the worst thing for projects :|

He’s sweaty I like him ^

MARTINS SO HOLDABLE I WANT HIM AND I WANNA BE HIM

*throws up crying sobbing pissing shitting wailing and flailing*

Love the emotional support lesbians, (Daisys voice got me down bad the most tho, it was so set apart and monotone-)

Designs will def differ cuz.. im eating up all of the fan art and screaming about differing things so yippie yippie!! :D

Old men are next :)c

[lunaraindrop]

We Are Not The Kissing Space Twins

Fic by lunaraindrop

Now with an actual title!

Steve didn’t know how to feel. He was just...numb. He left his house as if in a daze. The lasagna his mom tried to say was homemade, but he knew was secretly from Enzo's sat funny in his stomach.

His mom.

Legally, she was still his mother. Has been since the day after he was born.

His dad, too.

Legally, Steve was a Harrington.

He drove the Beemer aimlessly, until he came to a familiar trailer.

He knocked on the rickety door, silently kicking himself for not calling ahead to make sure he didn't disturb Wayne's sleep.

It was too late for that, though. Eddie opened the door. "Stevie! I thought you had that thing with your parents! I wasn't expecting..." The exuberant words of his friend trailed off and melted into a concerned silence. The man open the door widely and wedged his way through the doorway to put his arm around Steve's shoulders. He guided him to the couch, and sat both of them down in a clump.

"Steve, what happened?"

And Steve, so unsure how to feel about this situation, burst out an awkward laugh, even as tears gathered at the corners of his eyes.

"I'm apparently adopted? My biological mother is my mom's dead sister."

Eddie's eyes grew nearly to the size of dinner plates. "What?"

Steve turned to him, wild eyes and bitchy. "Yes! See? They acted like it was no big deal! 'Oh, Steven. It's time you knew that your father couldn't have children. We decided to adopt you when my sister died in that car accident. Please pass the peas.' Like, what the fuck do I do with that?!"

Eddie nodded to himself. "She died, and then they adopted you?"

The tears welled in his eyes. "She died while she was still pregnant! I was a premie. Since I was a boy, dad-Richard decided this was a 'prime opportunity' to have the Harrington name live on', or some shit."

Eddie held his friend close, then offered to get him a beer. They silently sipped from the bottles. Eddie could tell something else was weighing on Steve's mind, and knew he needed to give the guy a few moments to find the right words.

He wasn't disappointed.

"You know, Eds. That isn't even the worst of it?"

Not disappointed, but certainly surprised. "It gets worse that your parents never told you that you were adopted, and your birth mother is actually your deceased aunt?"

Steve nodded before taking a large pull. "Uh, yeah. Apparently, I'm also a twin."

Eddie nearly dropped his bottle. "A-a twin? A twin! There's two of you out there?"

That actually earned him a rueful smile. "I have a twin *sister*, dumbass."

Eddie nodded in what he pretended to in a sage way. "Yes, that makes sense. The world could not survive the charm and hair of two Steve's. That's like having two suns. We would not survive!"

Tension lifting for just a second, Steve playfully shoved his secret crush, blushing just a little.

"Ha ha. But speaking of the charm...what if I'm like Luke Skywalker?"

Eddie furrowed his brows. "How'd you mean?"

Steve flexed his hand in his lamp, staring at the other boy with fear. "I've dated a lot of girls, Eddie. What if...what if I've kissed my sister?!"

Eddie reared back. "Oh! Eww! Steve, why?!"

Steve flailed. "It's a valid concern!"

Grasping at straws to wipe *that* thought from the boy he love's face, he blurted out, "Maybe your secret twin is a lesbian?"

Part 2

[vampireyuuta]

includes: f! reader, aged up! yuuta + maki, lesbian fetishizing, jerking it, car sex, spanking, strap on, cunnilingus, 69 (mentioned), pervy yuuta kinda

yuuta is really happy for you and maki! he really is.

he’s a huge sweetheart, extremely supportive. anytime you two post one another on your instagram stories with whatever romance song is currently trending, he’s the first to like and reply to it. he’s always saying something about how cute you two are. on your anniversaries—whether it be three months or your two years—he’s texting both of you at midnight a loving “happy anniversary! i'm so happy for u two :) the cutest couple ever”. and he really does mean all that stuff, really.

but yuuta would be lying to himself he said that he wasn't using his unrelenting support for your relationship as a way to soothe his guilt. because he does feel bad about it.

jerking off to his two best friends? how could shame not eat away at him, chomping at the very essence of his soul. he’s always prided himself on how much love and care he has for his friends, how could he do this?

unfortunately for him, though, the thought is just too addicting. so, he’s making up for it by being your number one fan.

his head is thrown back uncomfortably against the wood of his headboard, which would normally bother him if he wasn't so occupied with his leaking dick. he’s rubbing circles with his thumb over the slit, an impossible amount of pre just oozing out of the pretty pink tip.

yuuta’s always had such a vivid imagination and an almost photographic memory, tools that aided him greatly in these desperate nights.

he thinks about the goodbye kisses—though just fleeting pecks, really—you press against maki’s lips in his backseat when he’s dropping you off after a trio hang out. he insists that he’s not third wheeling, and he also insists that you and maki need to sit together in the back. he really doesn't mind sitting in the front alone, really. especially not when he can imagine you and maki in his backseat.

he thinks about you two making out: lewd moans slipping into each other's mouths, the gloss coating your puffy lips smearing across maki’s face, the way her hands crawl under your shirt and fondle your tits.

he thinks about maki’s mean hand slamming into your cunt as you soak the leather of his seats; not that he cares about those seats anyway. he thinks about the downright nasty sounds of your sopping pussy squelching around her fingers as she cruelly plunges them in and out and in and out.

he thinks about your squirt tainting his car, leaving a mess of the liquid all over. the smell of sex, of pussy, lingering in his vehicle for days.

he thinks about how maki hugs you from behind a lot. the way her calloused hands snake up from your ass to grab your hips with unnecessary force for a simple hug before wrapping her arms around your waist and pulling your back against her chest. though, even when you two think you're being sneaky, he notices—of course yuuta would notice that.

he thinks about her bending you over a counter or the edge of your bed. your skirt flipped up, panties no where to be found, as she leaves bright red hand prints all across your ass. she’d have some wicked grin on her face as you let out little ah! ah!’s everytime her palm made harsh contact with your butt, your legs behind you flailing. her free hand would be gripping your hip the same way she does in those hugs.

he thinks about that gleam in your eyes when you're watching maki train. it's not innocent, it's not admiration, it’s something much worse. the way you chew on ur bottom lip and cross your legs over one another, resting your elbow on your knee and chin on your fist. you're watching her like a hawk, pulling her into a hug once she’s all done and sweaty with a little “you did so good! you're so strong!” he sees you feel up her arms or her thighs after.

he thinks about how that strength translates into the bedroom. how she’d pin you down completely with no effort at all as she rams the strap in and out of your aching pussy. she’d have you crying out, begging for something, you’re not even sure what. she’d make you cum over and over until your cunt was sore, slapping you around and using you. he tightens his grip on his dick just a little, precum stickying his hand.

he thinks maybe it's the opposite. maybe all of maki’s brashness, the chip on her shoulder disappears once you're between her legs. lapping at her sex like it's your very last meal, spewing praises against her clit. she's moaning so softly, scarred legs shaking. she's on the verge of tears as you bring her to her upteenth orgasm. you pull away after far too long to mumble sweet nothings at her, your beautiful face absolutely soaked in her. god, yuuta would kill to see that.

he thinks about you two sixty-nining—

“shit,” he hisses out when his phone, placed carelessly in his mess of blankets dings. he scrambles with his free hand, the other still holding a vice grip on the base of his impossibly hard cock.

a text. from you.

“wanna come over? me and maki miss u”

pump! pump! pump! he stares at the text with bleary eyes before finally spilling his hot cum all over his hand, nodding frantically at your words on the screen.

he types back swiftly with his non cum soaked hand.

“ofc :)”

[fakeoldmanfucker]

Okay I assumed the static energy was a timelines thing, with Ace and Tegan, even though that's not how that's worked, but now with Yaz?