#lesbian queries

[aclaywrites]

My English teacher, junior and senior year of high school (about two years after I found the library book, for those of you keeping score). I wasn’t scared of her, I loved her and I still do. I was a writer and liked to read so she let me and my friends sit at a special table in the front of the room. She had an 80s dyke buzz cut with a long ‘tail’ at the back. She would braid the tail with beads and bones and stuff, and make us read Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance and then gave me an A when I said I hated it because I didn’t give a shit about this man’s sadness. Weird old English Teacher Lesbians for the win.

[ktsghost]

god I wish that was me

[gailynovelry]

[scleracentipede]

diversity win! The women about to beat you up are married!

[elite-amarys]

Lebsian

I am not starting this thread again.

[joyjoy-the-troll]

My vesion of Quiz,Prode,Echo&Query

Quiz&Echo is sisters

Prode is the older sister to Manny and she is lesbian&Ace

Quiz and Prode is a couple

[murcielagatito]

definitely need to know more about this lesbian demon priest, I’d watch consume any story abt this for sure

oh my god okay SO i cant talk about vritra without ashtaroth theyre two halves of a whole

they spent nearly all their time together and this was all before yknow lucifer had their little hissy fit and he and many other celestials fell.

what vritra didnt know tho was that ashtaroth felt the same as lucifer and there was tension between the celestials but vritra the sweet dumbass thought everything was fine.

and then the revolution happened. all hell broke loose in heaven and ambushes and allat shit and almsot every celestial that was in the place where vritra was at died and because they was the only survivor it was assumed it was his fault and ashtaroth being who they were was like "yeah its their fault" because they didnt wanna loose vritra bc ashtaroth wasnt gonna stay in heaven so their fate was sealed away with all the other fallen celestials and they were kicked from heaven.

ashtaroth thought that they would remain together because they would both be cast out of heaven but

BOY were they wrong

after that happened, ashtaroth and vritra spent a millennia without eachother, vritras anger festering in his heart for being betrayed by the one person they trusted and loved the most in the universe and ashtaroth longing for the day in which they could reconcile

so vritras whole shtick was well if i devote myself to returning to heaven maybe they will take me back. so they became a priest and being on sacred ground suppressed his anger and essentially controlled his powers. they spend a lot of time meditating and often go days just sitting there

meanwhile ashtaroth basically went into denial that the person they loved most in the universe wants nothing more than to see them dead and turned to pretty bad coping mechanisms and basically fell prey to becoming one of lucifers goons carrying out her will and doing demonly things and then later being betrayed by lucifer. one day after escaping from captivity, ashtaroth returned to the chagrin of vritra

any more and itd be spoilers for the main story!

[technicoloryuri]

I feel so bad because I've seen you in my notes before and I never realized you were a Nova as well!!! 😭😭😭

Followed ❤️

to be fair! I came out as a system recently! So no one knew I was except for a select few!

[villlainarc]

guess what it’s loving dany hours (i know it’s been like two full years but im bringing them back. the world has missed loving dany hours)

u kno whats crazy whats crazy is that its been loving ailish hours for all of those two full years and THEN some (this is possible because i say it is so and can bend space and time to my will. bc i told it pretty please)

missed u lots ^_^ happy i no longer have to use twitter to keep up w ur current interests smiles

[aclaywrites]

This question is hilarious to me for several reasons.

In 1985 when I was a confused 16 year old in Midwest City, Oklahoma, I wanted to look for information about homosexuality. Me being me and it being 1985, I did the natural thing: went to the public library and looked up HOMOSEXUAL in the card catalogue. They had two books, the Kinsey Report (which I’d read) and another book whose name I wish I could recall. It was a blue canvas cover, clearly the dust jacket had been removed in case someone saw the word Lesbian, I assume.

I opened the book and leafed through it, looking for some sort of help and found a sentence I can still see when I close my eyes: “If you think you are a Lesbian, the first thing you have to do is decide if you’re butch or you’re femme. Otherwise no one will date you.” Slamming the book shut, I went home to think about it for a few more years.

Then when I was 21– in 1990, the year this book came out— I was ready for the dating scene. I put on my vintage dress, got my movie star face on, curled my long red hair and set out, only to meet a unified wall of dykes in cargo shorts who told me that I wasn’t really gay because only straight girls dress like that.

Butch/femme wasn’t just out of style, it was heteropatriachal regression and bad news. Not an option.

There was one moment— the first bar I ever went to, a lesbian bar called Partners. It no longer exists, alas, but I remember the smoky dark and the jukebox. My friends in their cargo shorts had bottles of Corona and I’m having white wine in a plastic cup. A country song comes on, and a woman appears at my elbow. Older than me. In her 40s at least, with a cowboy shirt, string tie, hair cut high and tight. “Would you like to dance?” I took her hand and we went to the floor. “I don’t know how to two-step,” I said, and she replied “I got you baby, just hold on.”

So to answer the question, I’m a lot femme and have a lot of love for butches.

[queer-queries]

i just,,,

am disaster gay

how do i confess

should i even confess

ik she’s gay

but what if she doesn’t like meeeee

aaaaaaaaaaaaa

we like

get coffee together a ton? during free periods? and sometimes it feels like dates? hhhhh

and she’s amazing and strong and pretty and puts up w all the horrible stuff her mother has done to her and i listen to her when she wants to talk abt stuff but try not to ask questions bc ik there’s a lot she doesn’t say and doesn’t want to and she’s so fucking pretty and her-

imma stop lmao

but anyways i think i need how to confess 101: disaster lesbian addition

hi friend! it sounds like you two genuinely really like each other, and you know she’s gay so she wouldn’t judge you for being into her, so that’s a good first step! honestly, if you really do want to tell her but you are scared of saying the words out loud, then you could try writing it all in a letter of some sort, tell her that you have something important to communicate with her but be honest that it makes you nervous so you want to communicate it in a different way! one thing that’s also important is to effectively communicate that you’re not interested in pressuring her and that you are still completely fine remaining platonic if she doesn’t reciprocate your feelings! That way there are clear boundaries of respect set either way so you both can feel more open. If she knows that you won’t be upset with her for not feeling the same way, then that 1) makes her more comfortable in the friendship knowing that she can be open, and 2) will make her feel less pressured to feel bad if she doesn’t feel the same way.

a few months ago, a good friend of mine opened up to me that they had a crush on me. since I’m aroace, I was a little uncomfortable, but I told them that I cared deeply about them but that I was aroace so I didn’t feel the same way. I asked them if they were still comfortable being friends with me, and they said yes and we had a good heart to heart about things. in this situation, what made both of us feel more comfortable was that there was no pressure for me to lie and say I felt the same way or for them to lie about their feelings. so drawing on that experience, I think that if you do choose to open up to your friend about your feelings for her, be as open as you can but also communicate that you respect and care for her no matter whether or not she reciprocated your feelings!

I hope this is at least somewhat helpful, and if you decide to open up to her I wish you the best of luck 😊

[nikkywrites]

Character Intro: Vega | Query

“I love you,” Vega admits, voice cracked into thirds.

Role: Protagonist, Ex-Villain

Personality: Compassionate, Observant, Cynical

Vega knows guilt with the intimacy one does a lover.

She knows what it is for the past to bite into the present, teeth marks of regret soiling everything she’s trying to be. She knows what it is to love something that’s breaking her, that she hates with the same fervor, that knows will hurt others as it’s saving her.

She knows regret, and the way it refuses to be buried.

She expects the specter to be a constant companion, her shoulders chilled in its ice-clawed grip for the rest of her life. She expects the mundane to feel like drowning. And it does. For a while.

Until she meets Celeste, who laughs at a moment of clumsiness without a hint of fear (and why would there be any? She’s not terrifying anymore) and pays for a new drink for the both of them. Her smiles are easy and they prompt a similar ease in Vega’s own, dragging her happiness out of a place she thought was unreachable.

She’s happy, in ways she thought she would never be. She relaxes and her guilt is a visitor instead of a housemate.

She’s at peace, until the tiny strange things she’s noticed about Celeste click together, snapping into a sharp maw she knows too well, that ruins the peace and the happiness and the newfound ease of her smiles.

[elite-amarys]

HaHa Gaey

Yes, I am a lesbian. If that is funny to you I suggest you keep it to yourself.

[the-scooby-gang]

Velma by Me!

A question for the Desi Scooby Fans

Hi guys! In my quest to rewrite the horror show that was HBO Velma, I decide to also redesign the characters, making some changes, mostly to their wardrobe, sometimes to their appearance. I will be keeping the changes in ethnicities while adding accordingly to the demands (my demands. I’m the one demanding) like making Shaggy Afro-Brazilian.

Now this brings me to my current query:

Is this design correct for Velma

I wanted to bring more influence from India into her design, but I’m also not Desi myself (I’m Brazilian) and India is a very big place with vastly different habits and traditions depending on where you are. Being half American would also add in ways I can’t even fathom.

If you guys could send me information (or direct me to somewhere where I can learn more) about how a Desi-American Lesbian girl would act, dress in her day to day, also reliable information about what religion she would practice and how it all would shape how she sees, interprets and interacts with the world I would be eternally grateful

Yours Truly,

The Scooby Gang (Gih. That’s me)

[murcielagatito]

Do you think Ava and Janine being a thing is a serious conversation/plot line in the writers room or does it just stop at the subtle (not so subtle) signs that Ava is clearly attracted to Janine?

i have the tiniest speck of hope that like at least one writer has ava and janine on the mind but if it actually does happen? nah not really. because its a pretty popular show and because theres already the 'queer quota' when it comes to jacob and because lesbians (especially lesbians of color) in media are received with far more criticism im not sure if its a 'risk' the writers would even be allowed to make. my hopes are through the roof and i would love if something between them were to genuinely happen but also if it doesnt i still see the way ava is around janine i know what she is 👁️👁️

BUT ALSO THE WRITER OF STEP CLASS LIKED MY COMMENT ON HER STEP CLASS POST SOOOOOO

[whore-era]

hii could you make a pornstar!ellie x reader imagine with any storyline! or a pornstar!ellie x reader headcanons? i absolutely love your work especially your ellie imagines! <3

pornstar!ellie headcanon: comforting her girlfriend 18+

not sure if this was what anon was asking, but this is what i came up with! enjoy!! mentions sex and bdsm/kinks, beware

under the alias, ellie sins (lets not talk about it), ellie williams never thought she'd find a stable and healthy relationship because of her career, but here you were, the girlfriend of one of the most infamous pornstars under the 'lesbian' category on any adult site.

being a pornstar's girlfriend brought out some unprecedented feelings you never thought you'd experience, insecurity.

of course you'd feel insecure, she fucked beautiful, sexy women for a LIVING

getting off from work and climbing into your shared bed inside your shared apartment, ellie greets you with a cuddle, "hey beautiful, how was your day?", she asks pressing a kiss behind your shoulder, "mmm, 'twas alright. just did some errands and picked up some groceries— oh! i found those animal crackers you loved so much so i picked those up," you smile, and her eyes light up. "yes! thank you, babe," biting your lip anxiously, your curiosity gets the best of you, "how was your day at work?" ellie turns over in bed to look at the ceiling, "oh, you know— same old, same old. just filmed another scene today." "how was it?" "it was fine, don't really feel like talking about it. it wore me out."

you tried not to pry about what went on when she was filming, but you couldn't help it. ellie has voiced that she never really liked talking about what she did at work in general, and she always reminded you that what she filmed and what people watched in private was never the same as the 'real thing'.

curiosity killed the cat, and you just had to search. ellie sins.

numerous thumbnails of her fucking gorgeous, more appealing women popped up, sending you down a hole. video after video played on your phone, ellie sins was dominant, degrading, controlling, and aggressive. the girls she would work with were stunning and fit and sensual and experienced and — not you. you began to have doubts about why ellie was with you in the first place.

"baby? you okay?," ellie asks, snapping you out of your deep thought, "you've been quiet ever since i got home. anything on your mind, sweet girl?" she queries. you hesitate to answer, not wanting her to know that you were watching her videos, but you were overwhelmed with emotion.

you burst into tears and covered your face with your hands, the cuffs of your sleeves over your fingers. "baby. hey, hey, hey," ellie takes you in her arms, "what's wrong? c'mon, tell me." she gently takes hold of your wrists, pulling them apart to reveal your face — all red and flushed, eyes puffy and wet with tears.

"i-i'm sorry, els," you hiccup, "i know you don't like talking about work— and i was curious—" hiccup, "and i just had to search—" hiccup, "and i watched some videos—"

the realization hits ellie, "you watched some of my videos?" she interrupts your ramble. you nod, and she lets out a chuckle, "if you were so curious about what i did, why didn't you ask?" you look down, fiddling with your fingers, "'cus it seems like you never wanna talk about it." a small smile forms on ellie's face and she takes you in her lap, "well, yea, silly girl. my type of work drains me dry and when i'm with you, i just wanna focus on you and you only." "yea, well, you're working with these sexy and experienced girls all day," you confess, "they're so pretty and curvy and fit and—"

ellie cuts you off with a kiss, "they aren't you," she whispers, pulling away, "they don't have your warm eyes or your adorable nose. they don't have your amazing fucking body, stretch marks and all. they don't sing to ice spice in the kitchen while they make dinner. they don't road rage like you do when someone cuts them off on the freeway," her compliment elicits a giggle from you, "those girls i work with, they're cool and all, but they could never compare to you, baby."

"how 'bout we do this. you come with me to work tomorrow and see what i really do on the daily?"

"AND CUT!" the loud shout of the woman causes ellie and her co-star, cat, to stop and pull away. under the hot, fluorescent studio lights combined with the numerous people watching and the repetitive amount of takes, you then realize that porn isn't really like how it is online. it's actually, super awkward and exhausting work to perform. you would pat every pornstar on the back if you could.

bringing ellie her robe and a bottle of water, she slips it on and uncaps the water, gulping it down. "you did really great, babe! i'm so proud!" you dote, giving her a kiss on the cheek, evoking a smile from her. "thank you, baby," she responds. "i never knew someone could squirt so much! like wow, it just kept spurting out, i thought she would've passed out from dehydration," you express in amusement, gaining a loud laugh from your girlfriend. "yea, it's all just effects and stimulants. not so fun."

ellie's co-star, cat, appears in front of you, donned in a silk robe with mascara streams still down her face from the amount of times ellie fucked her ass with the strap. "oh my god!! you must be the girlfriend!" cat exclaims, she pulls you in for a tight hug. "i've heard so much about you! it's so nice to finally put a face to the name!" and the two of you indulge in conversation, discovering that you and co-star indeed had a lot in common.

watching from a distance, ellie watches you interact with cat. her heart swelled in her chest, grateful that she took the risk of dating instead of letting her career hold her back. ellie was lucky to have met someone as understanding and amazing as you, and she was even more thankful that you were open to getting to know her world. and she would spend the rest of the time that you two are together reminding you that no matter how many girls she works with on a daily basis, that she'll always come home to you.