sooo i’m now at @maxxiewhomst if anyone wants to follow me over there
i’m probably turning this and @toomanygirlfriends into cute lil archives bc i’ve enjoyed my time using them but kinda need to move on so i can work on not focusing on my past so much XD
Anyways, thanks for the good times! I love you all!! See you on the other side and everything is going to end up just fine.
sooo i’m now at @maxxiewhomst if anyone wants to follow me over there
i’m probably turning this and @toomanygirlfriends into cute lil archives bc i’ve enjoyed my time using them but kinda need to move on so i can work on not focusing on my past so much XD
Anyways, thanks for the good times! I love you all!! See you on the other side and everything is going to end up just fine.
“What do you mean she doesn’t remember us, Doctor?” Missy asked, not tearing her eyes away from Max, the other woman not looking up from her laptop as she typed away at whatever idea had caught her attention. Missy knew she was writing for her own enjoyment because she looked genuinely interested in her words, that slight squint and lip curl giving her away.
The Doctor’s frown deepened. She had been where Missy was now once before, was with her now. She felt River’s hand slide into hers, both of them had gotten used to the loss, “Missy, she doesn’t remember us. She can’t remember us...or she’ll burn.”
DID YOU KNOW THIS GOES FOR LESBIAN CODED CHARACTERS TOO???
IT’S NOT JUST WOMEN SHIPPING WITH MEN ALIGNED GAY/GAY CODED CHARACTERS??? IT’S NOT A SEXISM THING??? THAT”S NOT WHAT THIS IS ABOUT??
THERE ARE JUST MANY CISHET WOMEN ALIGNED SELF SHIPPERS IN THE COMMUNITY! IN FACT THEY ARE THE MAJORITY OF THE COMMUNITY!
a) are you? or are you just upset that people are disagreeing with you and trying to fight back for their existence?
b) since when is supporting lgbt+ selfshippers discourse? y’all make rainbow colored sparkily support posts all the time. why is this suddenly discourse?
when was the line crossed for you? when we started speaking up?
You, my love, are the perfect evening,
arms outstretched to balance
the tumbling sun in one hand,
the cool moon in the other;
you, the giver of light to the world.
And when you come home,
[…]
iridescence spins about your face,
stardust lingers in the crease of your wrists,
the crescent beds beneath your nails.
And still you reach for me,
enough shimmer left
to light the doorway, the room,
the dark space between my lips.
Karla K. Morton, “Shameless Love Poem,” Constant State of Leaping (Texas Review Press, 2014)