Emma, 23. Gay as the day is long. My Ao3.
There's a smattering of different stuff littering the ground, but generally I write for Supergirl and Legends of Tomorrow, prompts accepted. Take a seat, say hi, sass is not only accepted but encouraged here.
One of the central rings, still and quiet, flares. And out comes barrelling a busied, intense looking Beauregard Lionett. Beauregard, if you could describe your exit from the circle, and where you’re off to.
It’s my favorite thing when a lesbian is just like “I got extra fries with my meal, gay rights” or an enby is like “wow trans rights I just got a free gift card to the movies” or a bi dude is like “finally found a plant that won’t die, queer rights I guess.” Like that is the funniest shit I don’t care.
Yall get yourselves friends like my buddy Albert. I'm currently laid up on the couch with the stomach flu and went to try some chicken noodle soup only to discover all of mine was expired. And Albert not only got me some but also got me saltines and my favorite flavor of powerade.🥺🥺🥺🥺
if you were a young girl from 2007-2012 then The Camisole was your only defense against the terrible onslaught of uncomfortable youth fashion. every shirt from that era was a low cut scoop neck/v-neck and every pair of jeans was low-rise; the camisole stitched these miserable garments into a complete outfit in the same was that frankenstein’s monster was fashioned a complete man. The Camisole has done more for society than our troops.